Of course, Nightingale didn't know about the glorious deeds of Pope Nadine Beru, so when she heard this, she subconsciously associated a lot of terrible developments, of course she didn't want to accept these associations, so her face was a little pale, but at this time, she couldn't ask or question something, just sat quietly and continued to listen to this absurd, but seemingly extremely realistic conversation.

Sherlock still has the attitude of not caring about anything, scattered, but without mercy to tell about the death of a person, and at the same time, he has been pushing a genius of the court into the ranks of murderers:

"A pope who abuses young boys to death and brutally crushes them into fodder, if publicized, will probably have more terrible consequences than murder, and Pope Nadine Belu will certainly accept the invitation. He didn't have any chips that he could say no.

Therefore, the secret room he claimed was broken by his own hands

The empty door was wide open, waiting for the murderer to enter his fortress. ”

At this, Sherlock paused suddenly, and the oppression and silence quickly soaked the carriage, leaving only the hum of the turbines coming in from the other side of the steel baffle.

"You don't seem to be so surprised when you hear about Pope Nadine Beru." Sherlock Road.

Hopkins hesitated for a few seconds and replied calmly: "Indeed, more than half a year ago, I found out that there are many crimes behind the scenes in the parish of London, and there are his shadows, not only the abuse and murder of boys, but also human trafficking, hallucinogens underground factories, debt fraud, and so on.

In fact, whether it was according to the laws of the empire or the principle of punishment within the Holy See, he was enough to be sentenced to death.

But after all, it was a pope, in charge of a large diocese, and London was a new energy city that was the main experimental city, and the phasing out of steam energy would bring a lot of blows to the original imperial economy, which led to his extremely sensitive position.

So, after I reported his crime to the higher-ups, his death sentence was not accepted.

But this matter should only be known within the Inquisition, and there is no leakage to the outside world, not even about Pope Belu himself, how do you know about it? ”

As soon as he said this, Hopkins suddenly smiled, and he could feel that this was his first heartfelt laugh today, but the laughter was full of helplessness:

"Yes, you always know that you are the most powerful detective in the world, you know everything.

Not only do you know everything, you can even do anything, and you can even storm the ancient Roman city by yourself! You can even kill an emperor who has been in charge of the empire for 60 years! ”

These few sentences are exclamation sentences. But Hopkins' tone didn't fluctuate that much, just like the speed at which he was driving now, slow, steady, without too many waves.

But these words fell on Nightingale's ears, and in an instant, it was like the scorching sun exploding, the mountain collapsed, and the countless roars shook her ears so that her eyes darkened, and she felt that she had a moment of delusion because of this oppressive atmosphere.

What did you just hear.?

Her breath was uncontrollably held, and her gaze uncontrollably turned to the man beside her, the man she had met more than a year ago, who had exchanged lives with each other, the man who gave her an inexplicable sense of security, who had commented on the taste of her food under the light.

She looked at Sherlock in shock, who had no change in expression, and opened her mouth slightly, but she knew that her body had spontaneously inhaled sharply due to lack of oxygen, and she finally came to her senses.

This man killed Augustine the Great?

Half a year has passed since the old man's death, but the news is still tightly controlled, and unless there is no accident, the matter will be sealed until a suitable opportunity is made to announce to the world that Augustine the Great has died peacefully on his bed.

So, when Miss Nightingale heard this, she was so shocked that she almost fainted. She didn't even know if she should continue to sit here now, in her impression, although Sherlock was not a personable gentleman, he should not be such a dangerous person, but at this moment, her reason told her that she should stay away from this man, but in this narrow carriage, she had nowhere to hide, but she could only take a deep breath to calm herself down.

However, Hopkins' calm voice continued to sound:

"Since the beginning of the Sacred Calendar, no one has been able to come out of the lowest level of the Blood Prison, except you!

I can't even imagine why even Mistress Dante could get out of that town for you!

However, the moment he stepped out of town that night, the entire courtroom almost exploded.

You can do anything!

But you just do things according to your own preferences, you're just a selfish person, you solve the mystery of Professor Darwin's death, that's because you think the events of his death are interesting, you go to assassinate Augustine the Great, that's because you don't like him.

You have never been a kind person, and the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and this kind of saying does not have any reflection in you.

You know that there are so many evils in this world, and you know that there are so many people who deserve to die, but they are still spending money on life.

But you don't discipline them.

You have that ability."

Hopkins used the calmest tone and said the most helpless words, this is not an evaluation of Sherlock, in fact, it sounds more like a person who insists on justice, pleading with him.

The genius of the Inquisition, as if shouting to Sherlock:

He is shouting————There are too many sins in this world, so please cleanse people like you from these sins."

Of course, his cry is silent, just as in this dull night, the roar of vehicles that should not be there is thrown away, and then it will be as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

Sherlock lowered his eyes slightly:

"So, someone has to do all these things to purify sin, right?"

"Of course!"

"Are you admitting that Pope Belu died at your hands?"

"I said, I didn't kill them." Hopkins didn't think about it, and continued to deny: "Also, you haven't given an answer to the death of Pope Belu, even if you say that the murderer was able to use his weakness to force him to open the door of the safe house, but when people found the dead, the door was locked, and the key was in the hands of Pope Belu.

So, how did the killer get out of that room? ”

It was true that the room was not the same as the room in the slum apartment, and even with a percussion drill, it would take dozens of minutes to break down the door.

Then once the door is closed, it is impossible for someone to come out or put the key in.

However, Sherlock only responded:

"No, again, the Chamber of Secrets never existed.

The murderer only used a very simple method, the moment the door was opened, that room formed a secret room.

To put it more clearly, the key to that door, in fact, was not in the hands of the Pope at all from the beginning, it was always outside the door, always in the hands of the murderer.

It was only at the moment of opening the door that the killer returned the key to the deceased.

That is to say, after the door was drilled by a percussion drill, the first person to put his hand in and open the door was the murderer! ”

(End of chapter)